We pulled into the western city in New Mexico, almost penniless. We had to get jobs or at least one of us did. The search started for jobs. My wife had found my first job rather by mistake. She came home from the interview and said 'You need to go to this place and get the job'. I looked at her unfinished application, it said 'Madam Lovebird Enterprises'. It was an adult bookstore. Oh my god I thought. I went and applied for it and got it, but that is yet another story of this debauched life.
The next job she applied for was as a hostess at some place unnamed and she didn't come back for quite some time. Finally, when she returned she had a big grin on her face and I asked why.
Turns out it was for a 'hostess' at a swingers' club. Jeez, I thought, does this ever stop? But before she got the job we had to go for interviews. Basically, they were trying to recruit new couples to come to the club I found out later. We go to the interview and ended up in a nice residential neighborhood not unlike the millions of neighborhoods in the US.
Upon entering we noticed that the place was quite abit larger than it had appeared from the outside. We were invited into the den, where a nice fire was burning in the fireplace. We had been greeted by a couple a little bit older than us. They had day jobs and were the caretakers of the house. They got right down to business and started asking us about swinging and wife swapping. We said we had done this before and that my wife had screwed just about everyone in the college town we had just moved from. We explained to them about our college experience with the Professor and his girlfriend.
With that, our Host's wife asked if she could take her clothes off. How polite of her. She explained that she was a nudist and liked walking around the place nude. Nonchalantly, we said OK but the thought of her stripping made me quite um...interested I must admit.
So, she stripped and went to the wet bar and asked what we would like to drink. I was ready for a straight bourbon at this point. My wife decided she didn't like her clothes on either and here we were me and the Host and two naked wives. I threw back the drink real quick and told my wife to drink her wine real quickly, which she did.
Our Hostess had quite a lovely body, not perfect but definitely doing. The Host asked them each to get on the couch and stick out their butts to us. So the two ladies did what he asked with a giggle. He told them to spread their legs and to arch their backs downward. The net effect of doing this was to cause their pussies to stick out for me and him to observe. He goes over to my wife and starts to finger her purring pussy. 'Oh!' she gasped with a deep breath. He stuck two fingers then inside her puffy pussy and pinched one of her nipples.
'I see you are quite well lubricated' he exclaimed. Yes she was, she always got like that when some new guy tried fingering her. In the mean time, I start licking his wife's wet, tasty pussy. I asked her if she liked her sweet pussy being eaten and she exclaimed that having her pussy licked was about all she liked. I spent the next 30 minutes with my face buried in her pussy. Our Host spent the same amount of time fingering the hell out of my wife while she was begging him to let her suck his cock. Then, as quick as it started it stopped and we were invited to the next party the following Friday or Saturday night.
Actually, as Friday approached we were both excited. By this time in our marriage, I was used to her voracious sexual appetite. So we arrived around 8:00 PM and the place is packed. People laughing and milling around and finally we all sat down in the huge den, a fire going in the fireplace and we all repeat 'What goes on here stays here'. Then everyone gets a chance to state what they would like to have happen tonight. Some interesting ones were 'pulling a train', i.e. gang bang, some ladies wanted a threesome with her husband and another lady. But mainly everyone just got naked, headed for the pool, hot tub, orgy room, and private rooms. I stayed in the den and sat on the couch.
While my wife milled around hunting for something to fuck, I just sat on the couch and watched. There was quite a crowd and quite a lot going on. Lots of people knew each other. One lady came in the den totally naked went up to some guy sitting on the floor, introduced herself to him. Then she whispered something in his ear. The next thing I knew she was sucking his cock!. Then someone came up behind her and, well, away we go!
At this point, not wanting to be a couch potato, I got up and started to look around to see what my wife had found. The orgy room was the obvious first place to look. Almost wall to wall mattresses on the floor, I saw her and others at the far end just talking and laughing. What a surprise! They were acting as if this was quite normal thing to do. Problem was, you had to imagine yourself being at an office Christmas party before you would think this was normal.
I said hello to everyone and introduced myself and met for the first time, a future good friend. Come to find out she had been sitting there talking and laughing and not doing anything sexual and getting high. Mainly, the talk was just chit chat and I got bored. I started noticing the other more interesting things going on in the orgy room.
The thing that amazed me the most I think, was the fact that there is definitely a 'swingers' etiquette'. For example, one would think that in the orgy room at any rate, anything goes. It does except that you need to be polite and either ask or be invited. The orgy room is not a 'rape' room. One just can't walk over to some lady who is eating another lady while she is getting screwed in the ass and start screwing her. It is rather like a topless bar, you can look but not touch, unless invited to.
Some guys couldn't figure this out either. They were like blind dogs in a meat house. They would try to bully their way into the meat house. Not only did it get around quickly amongst the ladies that you were a jerk, but after one warning if it happened again, you were quickly expelled, no ifs ands or buts. If you just sat around and acted decent and made decent conversation, your wildest dreams could be fulfilled.
This club was couples only. So if your wife wanted 3 or 4 guys at the same time, there ended up being quite a number of ladies hanging around. Needless to say, every time we went to a Friday night party, I encouraged my wife to do this. The end result would be a number of ladies sitting around with nothing to do. That was my cue to go to 'work' on my own agenda.
I would pick out one or two and start chatting bullshit. But the first chance of interjecting some kind of sexual innuendo and hopefully making her giggle I knew my hook was set. From that point on it was only a matter of being playful and silly. I would try to find something that they particularly liked and then expand it to absurdity to make her more than just a little curious and to have me stand out to be something more than just wanting to do her. Which when it is all said and done is exactly what I wanted to do.
For example, one party had a 'door prize'. It was beautiful turquoise jewelry. To get the prize you had to be voted the best lover of the evening by the people you had sex with. My plan was this; to go up to every lady at the party and tell them that the only thing you wanted to do was cunnilingus on them and that was it. I asked them that during the night, if that is all they wanted to do, to come get me and their wish would be fulfilled. They didn't have to reciprocate in any way, just sit or lay back and enjoy it. As it would always end up, I was always asked if I wanted to screw and I ended up with a nice piece of turquoise jewelry.
The culture of a swingers' club is not unlike any other club, except there's a lot of sex. There are clicks of people that make things quite interesting. You have the older crowd and the younger crowd. I always went for the the sweet, older ladies. That is where the gold really is. The reason for this is not what you might think either. The sweet, older ladies were not afraid to follow their fancies.
In a time before the Internet, it was amazing to me that people would have public sex, especially ladies. I got over that idea real quick. At any given moment, there could be more people having sex by the swimming pool, in the hot tub, in the orgy room, the kitchen, the den, and living room than the private bedrooms. Go figure... Sometimes there were 'private parties' which means you would get invited to one of the private bedrooms that had 2 or more people. Sort of like a private orgy room. It was times like this I got out Madame Lovejoy's Body Oils or a can of Crisco.
This had to come to an end though. The proprietor got on the local news. He was accused of prostitution and eventually ended up doing time. About a year later, my wife and I divorced, she married my best friend and they divorced and she married again. She's now a successful business woman, no doubt hiding her past.
Question...should I post this to the Culture section or definitely keep in my diary?
I will wager a bet...this will get trashed and this will probably stay in the diary.
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